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Good evening all, and welcome to Milliways Happy Hour. Before I begin, let me direct everyone still suffering hangovers from last night's immensely successful lake party to the bar, where in addition to our normal specials, Pettigrew's hangover remedies will be doled out free of charge. Eh, you paid for the beer. *shrugs*

Also, someone left a pair of pink unmentionables by the lake, if you would like to claim those they'll be in the Lost And Found box with seventeen black umbrellas and Excalibur.

As I've been tinkering with the kegging system and somehow buggered something up, tonight's beers are dirt cheap -- I've got to replace the kegs before the week is out. Your lucky day, Constantine.

Tonight's specials are steak sandwiches -- well, we had some leftover steak from Reg's enthusiastic barbecuing -- and deep-fried paradoxes, as well as some lovely fish the Giant Squid left on the doorstep this morning. Very fresh. Not quite sure what sort they are, but Gil assures me they taste wonderful and probably won't turn you into anything untoward.

As a gentle reminder, please do attempt to adhere to the Code of Milliways. *points to a list on one side of the tab blackboard, which reads:*

Disembowelling, hexing, cursing, attacking, shooting, swordplay, toying with causality or the fates of mortals, brawling, and similar "professional" activities are not allowed in the bar. Please reserve such things for the Back Room. Involuntary activities such as Propheteering and dying are permitted within reason.

Remember to tip your waitbeings. *smiles and begins pre-emptively pulling pints from the taps*

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*Moiraine's eyes harden.*

The Lord of the Grave is the Dark One, Sightblinder, Father of Lies, Soulsbane, who was bound by the Creator in Shayol Ghul at the moment of creation. He is the genesis of all evil, and has put forth his hand to touch the worlds with the Shadow. But Tarmon Gai'don, the Last Battle, is coming, and there is yet hope of Light.

*She sighs wearily, and looks closely at Mogget.*

I see that you also wear a bell. Is it bells that channel Power in your home?

Hm... I am guessing that Orannis the Destroyer, the Ninth, is the closest to your Dark One in my world. He and I were both bound before the world fully came into being. He for seeking to destroy it, I for neither helping him nor hindering him. I did not choose sides. But Orannis, my brother, has yet to become aware of his surroundings. I am aware every moment.

Bells only do what they were made to do. The Charter, which is the driving force behind existence made by my Seven siblings, is what channels power in my world. Charter mages can draw, sing, whistle or call forth Charter marks to direct what they want it to do. The correct combination of Marks can do anything, if used correctly. *gestures to ever-weaving Charter Marks shifting continuously on his own collar* I am the target of the most powerful binding spell in the world. I have yet to see a repeat in the pattern of marks on it, and I've had it on for four thousand years. *laughs bitterly* Only my siblings could do that.

*Moiraine considers.*

Your Charter sounds very like my world's True Source, and the bells would seem to be some form of ter'angreal... and yours a very powerful one, at that. Why did you not choose a side?

*She looks closely, and curiously, at the bell.*

*angles neck so Moiraine can see Ranna better*

I had nothing to gain helping either side. We all had existed fine before creation, but Orannis wanted to destroy it. Creation had nothing to offer me then, so I did not defend it, but it would have been Seven against two if I had helped Orannis, and those are odds no one would take. They called it selfishness, and, fearing that one day Orannis would break free and attempt again to destroy the world, they bound me so that I could not help him next time.

Of course, I do intend to be free by then, and they forgot that them binding me such as they did doesn't really make me yearn to help them, next time, either.

*Moiraine looks at Mogget, appearing perfectly composed.*

What would you do next time?

*She looks again at the bell, considering.*

[ooc: really, she wants to examine it with the One Power, just to get a feel, but I don't want to do anything that'd affect the binding spell, since you already said you don't want to RP that sort of destruction, etc. ... ;)]

I do not know. I have....become accustomed to creation. I rather like aspects of it, though being bound in it isn't a very good way to experience it. I have no love left for my siblings, though the lady called Sappho has informed me that she believes Astarael still loves me.

*looks uncomfortable, shifts slightly*

But I have not seen her in a long time. She still weeps for the world. *looks away*

(ooc: the Power wouldn't bother it, as it is a different magic, as long as it didn't undo the collar. If it makes the bell ring, it'll be a pain, as anyone who hears the bell falls asleep instantly. Btw, you know that Barbie has joined Milliways, I was tempted to mention subtly to Moiraine that she calls herself Lanfear. Barbie is so IC it hurts.)

*Moiraine looks at Mogget assessingly, then simply nods.*

Perhaps, Light willing, you may see her again.

*She shifts, beginning to glow faintly.*

Mogget, if you would permit, I would like to examine your ter'angreal, your bell, using saidar...?

*jumps slightly, narrowing eyes* I do not wish to see her again. She would want to bring things up I have no wish to remember.

*glances at the glow of saidar around Moiraine* Your magic should not bother it, as the spell is quite self-contained. The Charter Marks weave themselves in closed loops. Just do not undo the collar itself, or let the bell ring. I do not want to know what would happen if you suddenly became unconscious while using your One Power.

*Moiraine nods.*

Nor would I, Mogget.

*She focuses intently on the bell and touches it with a tightly-woven thread of Spirit, examining and testing the magic contained within. After a moment, she pulls away, and ceases glowing.*

My thanks. It appears uniquely different from the objects that I know.

*Her hand goes to her belt pouch, perhaps unconsciously.*